morning smile

the heavy make up
her skull grins up at me
by silken cushions
in the laquered wooden box
that is now her home
soon to be interred
in the lonely soil

she smiled
with the freshness
of morning
glinting in her eyes
now those same eyes
are taped closed
in perpetual night
never to shine again

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